She ran her fingers through the messy bun she whipped her hair into, facing the mirror, she planted a small smirk that promised mystery on her face. She was about to go out with her friend and wanted to make sure that she did not look as sullen as she always did.
Afterall, Christmas was supposed to be a fun occasion right?
She strutted out of her dormitory leaving a faint hint of her perfume lingering behind her. Moving with quick, purposeful steps she climbed the curved stairwell that led to the floor above the dungeon where her house, slytherin was situated. As she focused on walking as fast as she could to their meeting place, she had a split second heads up before she crashed into the red cloaked figure in front of her.
Determined not to appear as the fragile girl she was often mistaken for due to her height, she straightened her back and blew the hair that had escaped her bun away from her face.
As she mustered up one of her nastiest remarks, she narrowed her dark eyes and was about to retort angrily when her dark brown eyes locked with the clear blue orbs of the gryffindor before her.
Wow, his eyes remind me of the sky.
Those words flashed through her mind almost instantly.
She remained silent her jibe at him stuck in her throat. Rather than embarrassing herself by opening and closing her like a spastic goldfish, she firmly shut her mouth. Assessing her reaction, the blue-eyed gryffindor flashed her a winning smile and said, "whoops sorry, didn't see you there." Gathering herself, she rudely replied, "well maybe next time you should watch where you walk, not everyone appreciates those flashy red cloaks clogging the stairs" with that she strutted off, her early smirk replaced with the early beginnings of a snarl. 'Oh what a prick', she thought. 'he had nice eyes though' she grudgingly conceded.
Thursday, April 25, 2013
Oneshot QuinnXSam
Quinn Fabray smoothes out her already picture perfect curls as she waits for the knock on her door which would signal the arrival of her recently acquired date. Sam Evans, the quarterback of the rugby team was more than happy to ask her out and a free dinner was the perfect incentive.
'Who knows, maybe he might be worth a couple more dates' she mused.
Tapping her foot on the spotless floor of her apartment she raised her baby blue eyes to the clock on the wall.
He's late.
A second later, a sharp tap on her door signals his arrival. Brushing of invisible specks of dust, a perfectionist habit of hers, from her pale pink frilled top she checks her reflection in one of the glass panels to her left. Shaking out her hair once again, she applies another thin layer of lip gloss to her plump lips and barbie is ready to meet ken. She hesitates for a second, in order to prolong his waiting time. 'it's better to keep them waiting for more' she thought before planting a mischievous half smile on her perfect face. With a delicate sweep of her hand, she opens the door and rests her elegant frame slightly on the side of the doorframe.
"You're late." she says, raising one perfectly sculpted eyebrow, "I don't like to be kept waiting."
Sam Evans shifts nervously as he tries and fails to come up with a witty comeback. He just settles for an apologetic smile. Both of them wait for the other to make a move, however, Ms Quinn Fabray has no intention to break the awkward silence. Sam awkwardly raises a bouquet of roses from behind his back in what he hoped was a romantic gesture.
Quinn accepted the bouquet graciously and gave them a small sniff. Letting Sam see the small smile that crept slowly onto her face she said, "They smell lovely. Thanks." he reacted just as she had anticipated, his face breaking out into a more relaxed expression. She set the bouquet down on her side table before closing and locking the door behind her. Her apartment mate wouldn't be home till later that night by which time she would have already gone to sleep. Sam moved over to his car and opened the car door for her politely inviting her into his car. Quinn smiled and slide gracefully into the front seat. Sam got in and started the car, this was going to be an interesting dinner.
'Who knows, maybe he might be worth a couple more dates' she mused.
Tapping her foot on the spotless floor of her apartment she raised her baby blue eyes to the clock on the wall.
He's late.
A second later, a sharp tap on her door signals his arrival. Brushing of invisible specks of dust, a perfectionist habit of hers, from her pale pink frilled top she checks her reflection in one of the glass panels to her left. Shaking out her hair once again, she applies another thin layer of lip gloss to her plump lips and barbie is ready to meet ken. She hesitates for a second, in order to prolong his waiting time. 'it's better to keep them waiting for more' she thought before planting a mischievous half smile on her perfect face. With a delicate sweep of her hand, she opens the door and rests her elegant frame slightly on the side of the doorframe.
"You're late." she says, raising one perfectly sculpted eyebrow, "I don't like to be kept waiting."
Sam Evans shifts nervously as he tries and fails to come up with a witty comeback. He just settles for an apologetic smile. Both of them wait for the other to make a move, however, Ms Quinn Fabray has no intention to break the awkward silence. Sam awkwardly raises a bouquet of roses from behind his back in what he hoped was a romantic gesture.
Quinn accepted the bouquet graciously and gave them a small sniff. Letting Sam see the small smile that crept slowly onto her face she said, "They smell lovely. Thanks." he reacted just as she had anticipated, his face breaking out into a more relaxed expression. She set the bouquet down on her side table before closing and locking the door behind her. Her apartment mate wouldn't be home till later that night by which time she would have already gone to sleep. Sam moved over to his car and opened the car door for her politely inviting her into his car. Quinn smiled and slide gracefully into the front seat. Sam got in and started the car, this was going to be an interesting dinner.
The Rain
She loved the rain. She loved how it made it seem as if she wasn't crying. Or at least not alone, as the heavy downpour made it almost seem as if the sky was crying with her. The cool drops ran in rivulets down her face, she couldn't distinguish the difference between that and her tears which ran in salty streams, intertwining with the rain, like the intricate map of venules leading towards her veins.
The rain made it feel as if her troubles were being washed away. Carried with the cool stream into the soggy ground at her feet.
She had at long last ran out of tears and yet the rain seemed to be relentless, almost as if the heavens were crying on her behalf. Wailing out the words she could no longer bring herself to say in a gust of howling wind and stinging drops.
Refreshed, soaked to the bone and shivering, she then realised that the reason she loves the rain so much was because it seemed to console her and strangely it shook her out of her everyday stupor and reminded her that she was still alive.
Morbid.
The loud thunderous downpour drowned out her thoughts, which once raced through her mind like a swarm of bees awakened and driven to a mindless fury with the destruction of their hive, stabbing and probing on the edge of her subconscious. Piercing her frail shielded mind and releasing thoughts which burnt through her mind to her heart, leaving behind a searing bitter, acid-like feeling. The rain was a remedy. Calming her mind and neutralizing the trail of shimmering pain her thoughts left behind.
It was like a painkiller.
It numbed her.
Alleviating the burden of the self-deprecating, destructive thoughts which took permanent residence in her brain and converting her to a somewhat alarming, zen-like state.
Meditation? Nah, call its soul cleansing.
To put it simply, it took away the pain.
After all, "The only thing worse than feeling anything was feeling everything" and being completely unable to do anything about it.
The rain made it feel as if her troubles were being washed away. Carried with the cool stream into the soggy ground at her feet.
She had at long last ran out of tears and yet the rain seemed to be relentless, almost as if the heavens were crying on her behalf. Wailing out the words she could no longer bring herself to say in a gust of howling wind and stinging drops.
Refreshed, soaked to the bone and shivering, she then realised that the reason she loves the rain so much was because it seemed to console her and strangely it shook her out of her everyday stupor and reminded her that she was still alive.
Morbid.
The loud thunderous downpour drowned out her thoughts, which once raced through her mind like a swarm of bees awakened and driven to a mindless fury with the destruction of their hive, stabbing and probing on the edge of her subconscious. Piercing her frail shielded mind and releasing thoughts which burnt through her mind to her heart, leaving behind a searing bitter, acid-like feeling. The rain was a remedy. Calming her mind and neutralizing the trail of shimmering pain her thoughts left behind.
It was like a painkiller.
It numbed her.
Alleviating the burden of the self-deprecating, destructive thoughts which took permanent residence in her brain and converting her to a somewhat alarming, zen-like state.
Meditation? Nah, call its soul cleansing.
To put it simply, it took away the pain.
After all, "The only thing worse than feeling anything was feeling everything" and being completely unable to do anything about it.
Monday, April 1, 2013
Memories can be Deceiving
Lucy could feel her lower lip trembling and she bit down hard on it for the third time that night. She would not cry. She had promised herself that much. As she sat there in a miserable, contemplative silence she thought,
This wasn't going the way she had anticipated it to.
The first meeting after five years wasn't supposed to go this way.
She was supposed to be the one he was thrilled to meet. He should be running up to her, enjoyed that they had managed to meet for the first time in ages. They should be laughing and reminiscing about the past. And yet the silence that spanned between the two of them was a clear indication that things were not going to go the way she had wistfully dreamed they would.
Folding her arms around herself she chanted "I will not cry, I will not cry, I will not cry." And for a fleeting moment she likened herself to the little engine that could. Except in her situation, no matter how hard she tried or tried to think about the situation positively, she couldn't.
The odds were never in her favour.
She was so much better than Lucy would ever be. In every possible way.
Lucy watched them from afar and felt her heart clench painfully in her chest.
He played with that girls hair, flipping it into her face before jumping back, avoiding her annoyed slap, and laughing loudly.
She remembered how, long ago, that had been her. The feeling of being replaced made her feel, if possible, even worse than before.
He used to walk past her in the hallway and they would discreetly exchange hi-5's without her classmates seeing, a grin which spoke of inside jokes shared after school, wide on his face as he gave her hand a secret slight squeeze before walking on. Her heart would always stutter feebly and then pick up the pace and race quickly and unevenly.
She missed those days.
Days where they ruled the world. Him on her side always.
'We were the Kings and the Queens'
Her knight in shining armour, they ruled the world they dreamt of for themselves.
Those moments in the hallway when they would exchange secret grins which masked the emotions that coursed through her veins. His eyes always seeking her out in the crowds, always making sure the bullies left her alone.
"'I had the time of my life fighting dragons with you.'
We were unstoppable. The whole world could have been against us but if you were with me it didn't matter. Because as far as I was concerned you were my world. " she thought bitterly, "What does it matter now that you've forgotten me."
The memory of him opening her window and climbing in to keep her company while her parents were out, bringing alone with him two game consoles to keep them occupied. Her face would heat up and as usual they would lapse into a casual banter about the day that had passed while her heart beat at an unsteady pace. He would always interrupt her with that loud, boisterous laugh of his. Loud. That was a character trait closely associated with him.
'There's not a day I don't miss those rude interruptions."
The day he moved next door to her, she had gone over to welcome him into the neighbourhood and they had lied side by side on the wooden bottom frame of the bed just talking. Now as she tried to recall what they were talking about she found that she could not remember. They just had far too many conversations to recall.
'Remembering him comes in flashbacks and echoes, tell myself its time now, gotta let go. But moving on from him is impossible when i still see it all in my head.'
It was almost like a plague of memories, bombarding her mind. She could still remember how he had put his jacket over their outstretched legs and in the silence of the library made her swear to marry him in the future.
Now as she watched them flirt casually she couldn't help but feel as if the past they shared was just a dream. Just one happy dream. It seemed almost as if she had imagined the whole thing. Dreams were so unreliable. Oh, memories can be deceiving.
She felt that bitterness spread through her body, feeling like an acid spreading through her body leaving a burning, sour feeling behind.
'I can live without you but, without you I'd be miserable at best.'
My childhood was perfect because of you, but where did you go?
I guess i did imagine the whole thing after all.
This wasn't going the way she had anticipated it to.
The first meeting after five years wasn't supposed to go this way.
She was supposed to be the one he was thrilled to meet. He should be running up to her, enjoyed that they had managed to meet for the first time in ages. They should be laughing and reminiscing about the past. And yet the silence that spanned between the two of them was a clear indication that things were not going to go the way she had wistfully dreamed they would.
Folding her arms around herself she chanted "I will not cry, I will not cry, I will not cry." And for a fleeting moment she likened herself to the little engine that could. Except in her situation, no matter how hard she tried or tried to think about the situation positively, she couldn't.
The odds were never in her favour.
She was so much better than Lucy would ever be. In every possible way.
Lucy watched them from afar and felt her heart clench painfully in her chest.
He played with that girls hair, flipping it into her face before jumping back, avoiding her annoyed slap, and laughing loudly.
She remembered how, long ago, that had been her. The feeling of being replaced made her feel, if possible, even worse than before.
He used to walk past her in the hallway and they would discreetly exchange hi-5's without her classmates seeing, a grin which spoke of inside jokes shared after school, wide on his face as he gave her hand a secret slight squeeze before walking on. Her heart would always stutter feebly and then pick up the pace and race quickly and unevenly.
She missed those days.
Days where they ruled the world. Him on her side always.
'We were the Kings and the Queens'
Her knight in shining armour, they ruled the world they dreamt of for themselves.
Those moments in the hallway when they would exchange secret grins which masked the emotions that coursed through her veins. His eyes always seeking her out in the crowds, always making sure the bullies left her alone.
"'I had the time of my life fighting dragons with you.'
We were unstoppable. The whole world could have been against us but if you were with me it didn't matter. Because as far as I was concerned you were my world. " she thought bitterly, "What does it matter now that you've forgotten me."
The memory of him opening her window and climbing in to keep her company while her parents were out, bringing alone with him two game consoles to keep them occupied. Her face would heat up and as usual they would lapse into a casual banter about the day that had passed while her heart beat at an unsteady pace. He would always interrupt her with that loud, boisterous laugh of his. Loud. That was a character trait closely associated with him.
'There's not a day I don't miss those rude interruptions."
The day he moved next door to her, she had gone over to welcome him into the neighbourhood and they had lied side by side on the wooden bottom frame of the bed just talking. Now as she tried to recall what they were talking about she found that she could not remember. They just had far too many conversations to recall.
'Remembering him comes in flashbacks and echoes, tell myself its time now, gotta let go. But moving on from him is impossible when i still see it all in my head.'
It was almost like a plague of memories, bombarding her mind. She could still remember how he had put his jacket over their outstretched legs and in the silence of the library made her swear to marry him in the future.
Now as she watched them flirt casually she couldn't help but feel as if the past they shared was just a dream. Just one happy dream. It seemed almost as if she had imagined the whole thing. Dreams were so unreliable. Oh, memories can be deceiving.
She felt that bitterness spread through her body, feeling like an acid spreading through her body leaving a burning, sour feeling behind.
'I can live without you but, without you I'd be miserable at best.'
My childhood was perfect because of you, but where did you go?
I guess i did imagine the whole thing after all.
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